Chapter Seven
The Caravan
Not everything free is worth having
George, a man who gave away nothing but the occasional hearty slap, offered Charlie a caravan. Charlie, ignoring the “you scratch my back and I scratch yours” comment, jumped at the chance.
George didn’t mention that the “free” caravan was the worst in the park, with one window blocked by a hedge and the other looking out onto the laundry block.
George was a complete tight-arse.
George had been left the caravan park, and thanks to a few financial mistakes and a couple of ex-wives, it was all he had. He had never lived in a small town and not counted on the locals who, within three days of his arrival, had him down as a gambler, a womaniser, then—thanks to a set of pink pyjamas—a gay ex-escort.
Deloris told him not to mind
